A/N: An elevenclara sequel to The Infinite Girl and Sacred Memory, as promised. Hope you enjoy this first chapter :D

The girl woke up with a fright.

All she remembered was being taken away by cyborgs after they forced her to help them with acquiring new worlds for slavery. She was taken away from her parents, who could do nothing but watch her being taken prisoner. Her head throbbed from the hit to knock her unconscious.

The cell was fairly large and somewhat lit by the suns the ship she was on was travelling in orbit around. But the girl couldn't see anything... She was blindfolded.

She was lying in a corner, resting against the wall on her left hand side. The woman stirred.

"Well that's good. You're awake." She heard to her right. The girl jumped.

She thought she was alone.

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you. I just got tired of being alone for so long until you got up." The voice continued.

"Who are you?" The girl asked.

"The Doctor."

"Oh..." She breathed a laugh. "A doctor."

"No. I am the Doctor." The manly voice continued. "I'm tied... like you. So not much I can do, I'm afraid." But the name troubled the girl. "Just... the Doctor." She said. "Yup." He said with a cheery tone. Relatively contrary to how the female prisoner was feeling. Yet, the man intrigued her so much. "Doctor Who?" He laughed.

"Dangerous question." The Doctor said. "I'm not afraid of anything, you know." The girl said.

She didn't really sound like it, he thought. She had the voice of a girl trying to look frightening, but was still scared on the inside. But brave.

Always brave.

After some time.

"Looks like we're stuck..." The girl pointed out, as she tried her best to release herself from the bounds, with no success.

"Who are you?" The Doctor asked as the girl was groaning as she tried to slither her wrists out of the ropes. She stopped and looked at the direction she heard she had heard the voice. "Clara." The girl said. "Clara-Elle Oswald." "Planet?" The man continued to ask. "Earth." She explained. "Was taken for knowledge and statistics about alien life. Want to invade the world, these creatures." The girl snarled. Just their looks made her feel disgusted. "Looks so." The Doctor sighed.

After some time, Clara broke the silence with had filled the cell. "I don't assume you're human."

"Time Lord, in fact." The Doctor said.

The two were once again enveloped in the much dreaded silence, so Clara decided to take matters in her hands. She wanted to get out, as fast as possible, and the Doctor was too calm to even do anything to escape. And she was fed up of it. She was going to move near the Doctor to explore the surroundings when she hit something sharp and metallic.

A hook!

A cheeky smile formed on her face. She hurriedly cut the rope that tied her hand slowly, and slipped the blindfold off her eyes.

There was the Doctor... Looked like a 30 year old, wearing a light brown blazer, a red bowtie and ruffled (relatively short) brown hair.

He too was blindfolded and his hands were tied behind his back like hers were.

The hook was loose, so she took it.

She ran towards him

"Give me your arms."

"Why?" But he obeyed, turning his back to her.

She cut his rope. "This is why."

He took his blindfold off too and threw it to the floor.

Ancient, broken soul masked by a young, vibrant man... Looking like a child at heart.

"Great." As he rubbed his hands together. "How are we going to get out? Don't have my sonic screwdriver so-"

"But I have a hairpin." She cheekily smiled, as she took it out of her silky hair. It was holding her relatively long fringe, even though her long brown hair was untied.

She played with the lock for a few seconds until it was opened.

"Primitive creatures. Used to play with locks to escape my bedroom." The girl smiled, feeling very proud of herself.

"Very well, Clara." The Doctor too seemed satisfied with a weak smile on her face. "Seems you have more to offer than you in fact look." Clara's smile soon faded. "I may be a short 24 year old, but I am good as any other man of my age, and I'm going to kick the breath out of you if you offend me once more." She walked outside into the corridor. "You're like all the rest, apparently." Clara mumbled.

The Doctor stepped out after her... And an alarm sound.

"Shoot..." Clara grumbled, as she hurried to look at the door. "Laser detectors." The Doctor breathed. "Not as primitive after all." Clara thought out loud. "A disguise." The Doctor said.

They ran to the end of the corridor. The creatures were approaching, armed. The other side too. There was no escape except if they were to fight.

"Do you know where your TARDIS is?" Clara said to the Doctor. "Yes." He was soon to reply as they moved back trying to avoid the cyborgs which moved towards them, as did those behind them.

"Go. Attack," as she handed him a rod of scrap metal from the many found on the floor. "Go find you screwdriver and get out of here."

"What about you?" The Doctor wouldn't leave her alone. It was almost like she dooming herself to her own death. A death sentence.

"Just run... I'll keep them away as long as I can." Clara said out of breath, because of the panic that took over her rather than the running. She was used to running.

"I'll come back." Said the Doctor. "No... You go..." Clara continued. She felt that the Doctor was too important to be killed. He had to spare his own life, even if it meant...

He was still uncertain...

"RUN!" She exclaimed. And he did as he was told.

"Dispose of her..." The leader of the cyborgs aboard the ship commanded. "There are many more like her in the Universe. Bring me the Doctor alive!"

Clara couldn't hold her sass...

"Sorry..." As she held the crowbar ready for battle. "But I'm limited edition" She smiled one of her own cheeky smile. Armed with the crowbar she had found on the floor, she fought the monsters all alone, using all her outwardly strength... And she could... There were only a handful. She grabbed two swords from a fallen creature and continued to fight, slicing limbs and gabbing the creatures, seeing the sizzle of electric shocks from the wires that made up the cyborg

She was really getting the hang of it, and fought as if it was second nature to her.

Hope the Doctor saved himself... Clara thought.

She felt it depended on him to save the Universe, even if he left her all alone against a spaceship full of deadly creatures.

And it depended on her to save him.

Even with her life...

She had to find her way out of this situation.

After all... She knew that these creatures had small ships... Like lifeboats on a normal ship. After all... She felt so independent...

But she had a terrible gut feeling that she wouldn't survive... She sent her goodbye thoughts home...

More were coming... And these were larger, more robust...

They were slowly outnumbering her... She couldn't keep up... Surrounded.

Clara gasped as she felt a dagger through her stomach.

"Let her die in pain." The cyborg leader said.

It kicked her against the wall and left her unconscious, bleeding profusely, while the beings went to find the Doctor.